or i suppose read what he is saying

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Twitter thread by Gail Simone, [HERE]

  • Okay, for various deliberate reasons, I have not read nearly as many comics in 2017 as I normally do. And this week, I started reading a ton of comics. And I have stuff to say.
  • Now, if you are an aspiring comics creator, I hope you will listen. Ignore this advice if you like, but at least consider it first.
  • First, for the love of god, remember that the reader does not know what is inside your head. That is your only job, to convey your message.
  • Pro or newbie, shame on you if you don’t name your characters on panel if we are supposed to recognise them later.
  • Over and over, I am reading comics where (t)he main character is not named or even introduced. The story just starts and we are meant to guess.
  • This is just aggressively bad storytelling, unless there is some specific reason. If you are writing the Man With No Name, fine. But that’s mostly not the case.
  • Second, learn what an establishing shot is, and what it accomplishes. Over and over, I was not told where the characters are.
  • An establishing shot establishes not just location, but tone. One lonesome farm in the snowy emptiness can convey pages of dialogue and exposition. Better, too.
  • Third, when did we forget that it’s important to know what a character wants? I don’t need a character’s D&D stats, I need to know what they NEED. What drives them.
  • Over and over, I am seeing stories where a threat arises, attacks the hero, the hero fights back, bang, continued next issue.
  • If I read your story and don’t know what the character’s motive is, that’s on the writer.
  • Additionally, learn what a reveal is. In almost any story worth a damn, someone’s keeping a secret, regardless of genre. Secrets are storytelling nitro.
  • Finally, I am still reading comics where the characters all have similar speech pattern, a sort of affected one-liner-spouting verbal malaise.
  • It’s bad enough if TWO characters are indistinguishable in their speech, it’s bad. If all of them are, start over, you have hit a tree in the road.
  • That’s it, just some things to consider. A lot of potentially very interesting comics out there are missing a little lesson in the basics.
  • Just think it over, I guarantee you you will be happier with the result.

(thread is about comics, but the points apply to all forms of writing)

It bothers me to see how many people are saying stuff like “I thought Bill Nye was supposed to be the science guy, he’s buying into this SJW cuck libtard stuff! Science says there are only two genders!” in response to Bill Nye covering gender and sexuality on Bill Nye Saves the World.

…Like, did they even listen to what he said? Have they read any peer-reviewed literature about the subject? Is their understanding of “gender” limited to a middle school understanding of X and Y chromosomes? Bill Nye addressed chromosomes, hormones, genitalia and secondary sex characteristics when talking about how some of us don’t fit into the male/female sex dichotomy, and brought up psychology and neuroscience when talking about gender and its difference from sex, and also sexuality. The actual science of sex, gender and sexuality across the animal kingdom and across human behaviour is far more interesting than “lol nope science says there are only two genders.” 

It honestly makes me angry when people say “lol I thought this was about science” whenever a scientist says something about topics like gender, sexuality, climate change or evolution that annoys someone. You can’t just pretend science is on your side when your understanding of science is based on a grade school textbook.

Also, why is it only gender people seem to have a problem with? Yeah, basic school textbooks will talk about XX and XY chromosomes and the male and female reproductive system, but they’ll also talk about how humans have five fingers on each hand and how the eye works when everyone knows some humans are born with six fingers on each hand or born blind. Textbooks will talk about how our body metabolises fats, but nobody would say “lol no sorry science says otherwise” at someone (like one of my secondary school classmates) who had a rare disorder who couldn’t metabolise fats. We accept that sweeping statements about human biology are generalisations. Sure, there are limits - no humans have wings or feathers, that would go against science - but we all accept some level of human diversity outside the basic-level textbooks - diversity that’s described well in the advanced medical textbooks. So why is it people only apply this logic to gender and not other differences in human biology?

I think part of it could be the backlash against postmodern nonsense which suggests everything is opinion and science is no more objective than art, which is a blatantly anti-science attitude. But the idea that sex, gender and sexuality aren’t totally binary isn’t just postmodern gender theory, it’s actual science with empirical evidence to back it up. 

I’ve wanted to talk for So Long about the portrayal of anxiety in YOI but I’ve been having so much trouble putting together what I want to say in the most effective manner. I kept trying to come at this in a more analytical fashion, but considering that this is such a personally important topic to me, I’m going to try a more emotional approach. Something I don’t normally do.

So really, to start off, I wanna say that I’m so damn thankful for the way Yuuri is written. Really, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had the ability to relate more to character; Yuuri is close to a mirror of my own experiences with anxiety and it’s so fantastic to have a model of development and growth for me and people like me. I found the portrayal to be frighteningly accurate, from types of thoughts, behaviors, mannerisms… I think the episode that stood out to me the most in terms of Yuuri’s anxiety was ep7, aka Yuuri’s on-screen panic attack episode. 

The first thing I noticed was this: 

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found myself in that exact position. I bounce my legs when I panic, just like Yuuri is doing here. Head in his hands, breathing heavily, bouncing and jostling limbs. This isn’t the Mary-Sue cutesy portrayal of anxiety–this is a real anxiety disorder. It’s not pretty. It’s not easy. It can’t be fixed with a single word or a touch or a person. Quite frankly, it’s ugly and you lose control of your body. 

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Ok guys, major nerd-out post here regarding Shiro's arm!

As a student in their 4th year of undergrad for a degree in prosthetics, I’m absolutely SMITTEN with Shiro’s bionic arm (and the guy it’s attached to, obviously). But as much as I adore all the art and fics, there are a few things that are driving me nuts that I’d like to share in a few points here, just for reference if anyone wants it. I’ve seen very few fanworks with a proper presentation of artificial limbs, so here goes! 

 #1. Under NO circumstances does anyone sleep with their prosthetic limb on. 

You read that right: under NO circumstances! This also goes for taking a shower. It might look sexy until you get shocked with however many volts he’s got in that thing, But even if it’s waterproof, what is the purpose?? of having it in the shower? when your supposed to be washing the residual limb as well??

“But Wait!” I hear someone say. “Isn’t it implied that Shiro’s arm is permanently attached somehow, and he can’t or doesn’t know how to take it off?”

To answer your question, yes, it is implied. And I’m here to tell you how that is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE.

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okay, so I’ve seen multiple posts just today that were basically like “haha who ever said adulthood was having your life together and everything figured out, I’m 28 and real life is drowning me as much as it ever was”

and like…the answer to that is…adults. adults said that. generation after generation, the narrative from adults to young people has been, “you are a dumb kid who doesn’t know the world or yourself but I am a Grownup with Life Experience™, and that’s why you’re supposed to do what I tell you, that’s why I don’t need to listen to your thoughts and feelings, that’s why society imagines me as a full human being and you as something that’s going to grow into a full human being.”

there’s a great book all about this that I’ve had a lot of my students read - Childhood and Society, by a sociologist named Nick Lee. Lee argues that the child/adult binary is a socially constructed one, based, like any other such binary, on an imagined idea of clearly oppositional characteristics. specifically, he says that children are imagined as incomplete, unstable (as in their lives and experiences are constantly changing, not as in mentally unstable), and dependent, and adults as complete, stable, and independent. those characteristics don’t match up to reality if you think about them too hard for even a moment - no one is truly independent, adults’ lives aren’t stable, what does judging a human being’s “completeness” even mean - but it doesn’t matter, because our culture is so obsessed with believing in them.

and adults being forced to pretend they’re complete and independent and living stable lives is one of the toxic ways all this plays on people of all ages.

I really hope that seeing my generation talk like this - just flat-out admit that we don’t know what the hell we’re doing any better than we did ten years ago - means we have the potential to break this cycle. but honestly, entering my 30s and having seen so many people my age turn into those adults who act like they have life so well figured out compared to those dumb kids, it doesn’t seem likely. we might be a little better than we could’ve been, but too many of us are going down that tired old road of transitioning from talking about how much smarter we are than our parents to talking about how much smarter we are than our kids, just like every generation does when it hits this age.

I guess what I’m saying is, please, young 20-somethings of today, be better ten years from now than we are.

Being able to read Cyrillic and seeing people use it in their work like English letters is some wild gravy

Ah yes, “Sneyapovul Diyaies”

“Dll ndil Mdyakh Lziifi”?? Alright then

And my personal favorite

“Dll uftsya fyazedfm dyaz élfig tf tss!”.

anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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klanstbite  asked:

do you have any thoughts or head canons about adhd lance?

All I Do Is Think About ADHD Lance 24/7, 7 Days A Week, All Year Long. Anyway here goes.

  • Lance: [mockingly] “We need to focus.”
    • That’s a canon line like… ADHD Lance is real lmao
  • He tries his best to follow verbal directions, he really does, but it’s.. His short-term memory is honestly so fucked to hell lmao. Things just get switched around the moment someone says them.
    • Blue takes to recording things sort of?? Like Shiro and Allura will divvy out tasks at the beginning of a mission, and once Lance is in the cockpit Blue will pull up a miniscreen that has all his duties typed out for him. So he can read them and then know what he needs to do, all in the correct order.
    • When he completes an objective, he gets a checkmark!
  • Lance: I know I’m supposed to take my meds on a strict schedule but what if I… did Not do that… lol
    Hunk: Lance, that sounds like a really bad idea
    Lance: Nah it’ll be fine
    • Lance, thirty minutes later: Hunk, if you have ever loved me, you will kill me.
      Hunk: (rubbing Lance’s back) I know it’s bad, but it’ll pass
  • During his downtime, Lance can usually be found wearing Pidge’s headphones. He doesn’t even have any music playing, he just likes how they muffle out most sound. 
    • Noise-cancelling headphones kind of freak him out, he needs a pair that strikes that perfect balance of Blocking Out Most Noise while simultaneously allowing him to register stimuli.
  • Pidge eventually makes him a pair of blue headphones and Lance spends the rest of the day like :’)
  • He zones out very easily, so he tends to keep a timer on his person, just so he can be aware of.. himself, I guess. He hates losing track of time, because Lance is a very big ‘live in the moment’ kind of guy, so it’s frustrating when he misses out on life because of his ADHD.
  • Lance always needs some kind of background noise, just to keep him from being anxious. When he’s stressed but really needs to focus, he literally just listens to static/white background noise. It’s super helpful actually, I really recommend it.
  • Allura: Paladins, your training session for the day will be spent meditating (Lance gets up) on the bond between you and your- Lance?
    • Lance: (halfway out the door) lmao have fun guys!
  • Sometimes his brain just goes into hyperdrive so Lance will go to the training room and either run around until he gets tired or go on the Altean equivalent of a treadmill and pound out a few miles.
  • His ADHD ties into a lot of his insecurities. Lance has a big family, which means that everyone kind of has to be loud in order to be heard. So his hyperactiveness didn’t really stand out until he hit middle school, which was when he was finally diagnosed.
    • Lance is a smart kid, but he always feels like he’s two steps behind everyone else because of his ADHD. It slows him down, almost, even as it sends his mind into overtime. And that niggles away at him. 
    • A big problem is that Lance doesn’t really know his own limits… or he does, but he refuses to acknowledge them. He’s constantly comparing himself and his abilities against other people (Keith) and becomes frustrated when he can’t ‘keep up’ when in reality… They’re racing on two completely different tracks. He just refuses to accept that.
Touch, pt. 1

let’s do a ficlet or two about Hanzo being absolutely touch-starved because I relate to that too much because I need more of this

Hanzo has never been the kind of person to seek out, or even particularly enjoy, touching or being touched. Even when he was young, though he was conditioned into seeking the approval of his family elders at all times, he had never particularly craved their physical affection. He roughhoused with Genji in the way siblings did, and occasionally received a pat on the head from his father when he was small enough for it, and that was, for the most part, satisfactory. His family approved of him being distant and untouchable.

That mild aversion to touch followed him into adulthood. Other than the same romantic and sexual experimentations that nearly all teenagers gothrough, he has consistently been unbothered. (It doesn’t help that, nowadays, most of the people to get within touching distance are trying to murder him.)

He doesn’t think of himself as touch-starved in any manner–until he meets Jesse McCree. 

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'Tis but a scratch!

Our warrior had lost one of his legs after heroically challenging an enemy commander to a duel (to give us time to either dispose of the soldiers or to run). The GM decided that such courage ought to be rewarded and used the near death experience as a trigger for magic (awakening, as we called it in our universe). The warrior ended up being a necromancer. This has led to various funny situations, as the party tried to figure out how to best exploit this newfound talent.

Me: So, I guess we’re going to need a peg leg, huh?

Former warrior: *reading up on his new magic talents* Yeah…hey, it says here that I can sense and summon ghosts. Does that apply to objects as well?

GM: I suppose.

Rogue: *getting excited* So he could have like spectral weapons?

GM: *consults notes* Yes, though they would shatter easily.

Archer: What about -

Rogue: Wait. Is the ghost of his leg there?

GM: What?

Rest of party:  *stifling laughter*

Rogue: So is it?

GM: *hesitates* I guess…

Former warrior: *starts grinning*

Rogue: *grins back* Guys…

Rest of party: Yeah?

Rogue: Spectral limbs!

Party: *bursts into laughter*

GM: …Okay, for the sheer hilarity I’ll allow it.

Former warrior: Yes! *performs spell*

GM: *sighs* I can’t believe I am saying this…You summon the ghost of your leg.
Congratulations, you now have a spectral peg leg.

andallwaswell-ish  asked:

Seamus and Harry are a couple. Draco really doesn't like that. (fanon) Pansy is just the person he needs

“Quick, Pansy, kiss me.”

Pansy stares at Draco, her face screwed up at the absurd suggestion. There are so many things wrong with that statement. First, ew, she is not nearly drunk enough. Second, she doesn’t like to be rushed. And third, most importantly, nobody tells Pansy what to do.

“I will do no such thing. Why would you– “ her eyes scan the Gryffindor common room, following Draco’s gaze, and fall on Harry Potter sitting on Seamus Finnigan’s lap. “Oh, I see now.” She sighs loudly, accepting her duty as best friend, but also making sure Draco knows just how unappealing she finds the idea. “Fine.”

The kiss is brief and methodical and, all in all, incredibly disagreeable. Pansy only hopes that Potter glances their way to see it so it isn’t all in vain. As soon as her mouth is her own again, Pansy downs the rest of her firewhisky.  “Never, ever, make me do that to your chapped lips again.”

“Sorry,” Draco says, looking past Pansy – she’ll forgive his inattentiveness this once – “It’s just–”

“You needed to make Potter jealous?”

“Yes and–“ Draco pauses, and his eyes finally land on Pansy. About time. “How did you know it was Potter?

Pansy snorts. Draco really is an idiot sometimes. “Well, you hardly have a crush on Finnigan, do you? And Blaise told me sometimes you say his name while– “

“I’ll have a word with Blaise later,” Draco says quickly, a small blush appearing on his face – that he would certainly deny if Pansy were to mention. “Now hold my hand, make it look like we’re an established couple. I don’t want Potter thinking I’m easy.  If you put your arm– “

Draco’s voice falters, his gaze back on Potter. Pansy turns to witness Potter and Finnigan locking lips in a rather exaggerated fashion. It’s not romantic or erotic. It’s just a kiss. The two must have zero chemistry, much like Pansy and Draco.

“Although, clearly, Potter is very easy.” Draco puts on his cold, taunting voice but his own jealously is obvious.

Pansy rolls her eyes. Sometimes dealing with Draco is like dealing with a small child. She moves beside him and wraps an arm around his waist so they can stare at Potter and his current boy toy together. The two have stopped kissing and are now drawing patterns on each other’s hands. Gryffindors, honestly. “Would you look at that, Draco dear? They’re holding hands. They must be an established couple as well.”

“Do you really think so? Finnigan doesn’t seem like Potter’s type at all. And I’ve never seen them alone together before. I would have noticed it if– “

“How about we go over and find out?” Pansy shoves Draco hard and is pleased when he stumbles forward. She enjoys catching him off guard.

“Wait– Pansy, no.” Draco tries to protest but it’s too late. Potter has spotted them. He extracts himself from Finnigan and stands up to greet them, a hand running through his hair. Pansy has to hold back a smirk – she knows Draco loves when Potter does that. Not that he’s ever said anything. He doesn’t have to.

“Malfoy. Parkinson,” Potter says without even glancing at Pansy. Typical. And predictable.

Finnigan stands up beside Potter. Draco – what a surprise! – ignores this. “Potter.”

“Finnigan,” Pansy adds, only to annoy Draco. He gives her a reproachful side eye before returning his gaze to Potter. She suspects it’s the last time he’ll glance her way tonight.

They all stand there in silence. Potter staring intently at Draco. Draco staring intently at Potter. And Finnigan sharing a knowing look with Pansy. At least he’s not as stupid as he looks then.

Finally, Potter speaks up. “I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”

“I never miss a party…even if it is hosted by Gryffindors.”

It’s not true. Draco has missed several parties over the years. But at this stage, Pansy doesn’t think Potter or Draco would even notice if she spoke so she keeps her mouth shut.

“Might be time for a Slytherin party next,” Potter says.

Draco is clearly holding back a smile. Pansy bets he is creaming his bloody pants at getting to have an actual conversation with Potter. “We get a little wild in the dungeons.” They don’t. “Are you sure you could handle it, Potter?

“I think I could rise to the challenge.”

“Subtle,” Pansy whispers to Finnigan. Honestly, Potter’s clearly got it as bad as Draco. It’s embarrassing to watch this train wreck unfold.

“So, Finnigan, that’s new.” Draco doesn’t even acknowledge that the person in question is still by Potter’s side. Finnigan shoots Pansy an amused look at being blatantly ignored. Things are clearly not serious with Potter.

“Very. And Parkinson?”

“I’m right here you know?” Pansy interjects, unable to hold back. But it makes no difference anyway. Only Finnigan hears her.

“It’s been a while,” Draco lies. Pansy wants to smack him around the head. Sure, she is happy to help make Potter jealous but there’s no need to exaggerate.

“Really? I always thought you were just friends?”

“Yes, well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”’

“Like how he calls out your name every night in bed,” Pansy mutters underneath her breath. Finnigan, at least, catches and appreciates the jab if no one else does.

“Of course. Sorry Malfoy, I didn’t mean to question you. I’m just having a hard time grasping you and Parkinson together. I thought you were…you know.” Potter trails off, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

Pansy holds back a groan. It’s like listening to children with these two.

“Gay? Like you?”

“Actually, I’m bisexual,” Potter corrects. “But yeah.”

“Finnigan doesn’t seem like your type.”

Finnigan flips a half-hearted bird at Draco. Not that he notices.

“And Parkinson doesn’t seem like yours.”

“Because I’m out of his league,” Pansy points out, flipping her own violent bird at Potter. She doesn’t know why she’s even bothering standing here anymore.

Draco takes a step forward. “So, what’s my type then, Potter?”

Potter mimics Draco’s action so that they’re almost chest to chest – Really? “What’s mine?”

“You need someone who doesn’t hero worship you, someone who will hold you accountable for all your actions, someone who isn’t afraid of your temper. You need someone who challenges you.”

Pansy shares a confused look with Finnigan – did they rehearse this or something? Draco’s not usually this smooth with his words, especially with Potter in such close proximity.

“And you need someone who understands your vulnerability but doesn’t use it against you, someone who treats you gently, someone whose affection is unwavering. You need someone who forgives you.”

They must have rehearsed this. Pansy has never heard Potter say anything remotely intelligent before. And she hasn’t known him to be particularly observant either.

“And I suppose you could never forgive me after all that I’ve done?” Draco hits back, still just as smooth. This is getting ridiculous.

“I already have,” Potter responds immediately as if reading a line from a script. From a terrible cheesy muggle romance movie that Pansy would never be caught dead watching. Yet here she is witnessing this sappy display.

“What about Finnigan?”

“I was using him to make you jealous,” Potter admits. Pansy looks to Finnigan for confirmation – he winks. “Did it work?”

Despite using the exact same trick himself, Pansy can see Draco is outraged at being manipulated. “Fuck you, Potter.”

“You wish.”

And then they’re kissing. Enthusiastically. Way too close to Pansy’s face. She can see every stray strand of saliva, hear every lubricated slide of their mouths. It’s revolting. And worse still, they’ve become the centre of attention at the party, eyes drawn to Draco and Potter’s embrace with Pansy and Finnigan standing by awkwardly, looking like dejected fools.

Pansy could spoil it by pinching the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck in vengeance for being ignored. Luckily, she’s feeling particularly generous tonight, and she’d never admit it, but seeing Draco with Potter is sweet. In a disgusting, horrible, sappy way of course. But still, sweet. Now she just has to focus on her own happy ending. She spies Hermione Granger’s amongst the watchful eyes around them and takes her moment:

“Quick, Finnigan, kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

Have you read any fics where Viktor and Yuuri are switched? Sorta like everything is the same except Yuuri is the legend and Viktor is the untapped potential? I'm not sure if I'm making much sense. Sorry.

Thanks for these requests! This is a great AU!


Role Reversal AU


body music (reverse au) series by fan_nerd, Teen, 31k
A series of fics where yuuri is 27/28 and is victor’s coach; victor is 23/24 and has idolized yuuri. role reversal au. LOVE! Must read!

Love is a Special Sort of Power by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 2.9k (WIP)
27-year-old reigning world champion and soon-to-be-coach Katsuki Yuuri’s power of love is super effective! AWESOME fic!

Saudade by AdvisedPanic, Teen, 6.6k
After an injury at the GPS that prevents his 5th consecutive win, Victor vows to return to skating to reclaim his title. Katsuki Yuuri is a ballet danseur who suffered a similar injury years before and made a successful comeback. Yuuri choreographs and coaches Victor through his toughest competitive season yet, but as it will always be, they fall in love along the way. Great role reversal AU!

Strut by Panny, Mature, 15k (WIP)
All Victor had ever wanted was to skate on the same ice as his idol, Yuuri Katsuki, as an equal. All Yuuri wanted was to be a figure skating hermit and ignore the world. Thumbs up!

Constellations (Things You Left Unsaid) by DasWarSchonKaputt, Teen, 28k
Role reversal au, wherein Yuuri is a figure skating legend in the making - mostly made, or so they say - who decides to take a season off at the peak of his career, and Victor is the runaway international student from Russia who joins his university and cons Yuuri into becoming his coach. Definitely recommend!

Victor On Ice by Artdefines06, Gen, 19k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov won’t be skating this season. What was Yuuri supposed to do now? Must read!

I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k
At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. LOVE!

A Sequence for You by wisia, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki retired from ice skating without any medals or breaking any records. It’s fine. He couldn’t have made it anyway. So, why was Victor Nikiforov asking him to be his coach? Highly recommend!

Allegro Appassionato! : A Yuri!!! on Ice Role Reversal AU series by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia), Teen, 11k
There was a man who took the figure skating world by storm. There was a man who toppled the living legend, and was crowned as the Ice Prince. And the man disappeared, no one ever heard from him again. Until a video was posted on YouTube, and Yuri Plisetsky took off to Japan. Great role reversal AU!

On Ice, Yuri!!! by octothorpe, Gen, 4.8k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki’s winning routine always involved the following steps: receive the gold medal and bouquet, smile at the cameras, and graciously thank his supporters. Instead of participating in the after-podium charade, he finds himself at emergency step number four: take refuge in a bathroom stall to quell the beginnings of an anxiety attack. Can’t wait for more!


The awesome role reversal gif is created by @angelshawke! Check out their blog!

CuddleVerse Fic (1)

[[ @scaredysanders​, hope you don’t mind…this post was too cute, I had to. ]]

“Hold the fuck up.” 

Roman paused, startled, and turned from where he’d been about to ascend the staircase. He blinked, squinting into the darkness. “What?” 

The living room was dark, but he thought he could see a sad huddled lump on one end of the couch. 

He turned around and walked into the room, setting the glass of milk that had been the object of his midnight venture on the end table. He squinted, willing his eyes to adjust, then said: “Virgil?” 

A pair of eyes glittered in the darkness, as the anxious side looked up at him from the corner of the couch. 

“Did you say, ‘hold the fuck up’?” Roman asked. 

Virgil nodded. 

“What does that even–?”

“It’s me. I’m the fuck up. Please hold me?” 

Roman blinked, then chuckled. “Oh, dear. Did you read that on Tumblr?” 

“Yeah.” Virgil’s voice was soft and he smirked up at Roman in the darkness, but when he spoke again he sounded a little bit sad. “Figured it was worth a try.” 

Roman’s heart melted. “Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, moving to sit on the couch next to Virgil. “I suppose as far as requests for affection go, it isn’t the worst I’ve ever heard.” 

Virgil looked up at him and offered a half-smile, sliding into Roman’s arms when Roman opened them in invitation. He laid his head on Roman’s shoulder and sighed softly, closing his eyes. “What was the worst?” he murmured. “Dare I ask?” 

Roman chuckled again, resting his cheek against the crown of Virgil’s head and running his hand lightly over his back. “If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?” 

Virgil groaned. “That one’s older than dirt,” he mumbled. “At least I’m being inventive.” 

“Hmm. Very well. Points for originality.” 

“Thanks. And…um. Roman?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Thanks.” 

Roman closed his eyes and smiled, kissing Virgil’s hair. “You’re welcome.” 

La Douleur Exquise Pt 2 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: lots of swearing, and some bondage and dom/sub!tones (uhh but not really? you’ll get it when you read it hhhh)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, smut

words: 5.8K

a/n: since it’s my 18th bday, i decided to upload this because it has my very first smut scene hhhh ok but it’s not really a smut scene (you’ll understand when you read) and i wanted to celebrate by posting this today!! hope you enjoy~

➵  part 1 // part 2 (you’re here!) // part 3 // part 4


Yoongi supposed, for all intents and purposes, that tonight could not have gone any better in his opinion.

He never took you for the type who would be into bondage and orgasm denial, but who was he to deny a lovely lady’s request? Even more so, a beautiful lady who was currently begging for his touch, or so at least that was what he assumed you were saying through the mouth gag he had placed on you.

“What was that, princess? You want me to touch you?” He smirked, his long fingers barely grazing the top of your soaked white panties. You only groaned through the gag; your hips jerked up reflexively, attempting to chase the touch of his fleeing fingers. Your eyes were teary from pent up arousal, having been denied your orgasm at least three times in the last two hours. But oh, did you love it.

Who would have thought that the fiery, sarcastic girl who summoned him two weeks ago could be such a fine submissive?

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Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coating directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when he’s supposed to nod and says what he’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.
—  Lauren Oliver, Delirium
from the start, i was in too deep

Originally posted by sebastiansource

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader
Rating: M (18+ only, please!)
Summary: While you’re apartment-sitting for Sebastian, he comes home early and dream prompts a late night conversation that leads to a confession.
Author’s Note: Hi, I’ve been staring at that gif for entirely too long to be normal. There’s a text message conversation inset. Hopefully it isn’t too difficult to read on mobile, but let me know if it is and I can edit it to just type it out instead. The title comes from “Heart of Me” by Green River Ordinance.


You wake suddenly, aware that someone is in the room with you, watching you. For a horrifying moment, you freeze, until he moves, and the moonlight spilling in the room illuminates his face, and you relax, sighing.

“You scared me,” you tell him, voice raspy from lack of use.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “Surprise?” 

You prop yourself up on one elbow and he comes closer, sitting on the edge of the couch next to you. “You’re back early.” 

He’s quiet. “Felt like getting back sooner rather than later.”

Are you imagining it because it’s dark, or are his eyes a little more intense? Is he looking at you differently, or are you just tired and seeing what you want to? 

He clears his throat and looks away, the moment gone. “You’re not supposed to be out here, you know.” He says, frowning. “I told you to sleep in my room–”

“I didn’t want to…” You squirm a little, “That’s your space. Felt weird to be there without you.” You blurt it out without thinking, and his eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raising. “That’s not–” you sigh, “That’s not what I meant.”  

He runs a hand through his hair. “Do you–” He stops, swallowing hard, “How did you mean it?” His eyes are wide, imploring. “Have I just been reading too much into everything, or tonight, did you–” 

“I did.” You say quickly, interrupting him. “I do.” Your heart is racing, and as he stares at you, even though you’re practically speaking in incomprehensible sentences, things are suddenly so, so clear.

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serenity0220  asked:

Accidental Confession! :D please and thank you~

(double duty with the confessions!) 

Midoriya Izuku (22:18)

you really wanna know what happened? you really want me to say it? i got distracted by Todo-kun ok??? you should’ve seen how he looked during training today. jfc it’s not fair. how am i supposed to pay attention while sparring  when he’s rIGHT THERE TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT AND THEN DRYING HIMSELF OFF WITH IT ALL WHILE SQUEEZING WATER FROM HIS WATTER BOTTLE INTO HIS MOUTH!??!?!? OFC I GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE. 

-Read 22:25-

Todoroki Shouto (22:27)

Midoriya, was this message meant for someone else?

-Read 22:29-

Ochaco Uraraka  (22:30) 

DEKU-KUN ARE YOU ALRIGHT? 

I HEARD YOUR SCREAM FROM DOWN THE HALL. 

I’M COMING OVER.

Iida Tenya (22:30)

Midoriya-kun is everything okay!!!

I thought I heard you scream!! 

Should I come to your room!!!??

Tsuyu Asui (22:31) 

are you okay Midoriya? was that you I heard? im in the common room if you need me?

Fumikage Tokoyami (22:32)

Just checking to see if you’re alright, I’m sure I was just imagining things, but I thought I heard you cry in agony as I was walking outside the dorm building. If you need me just txt. 

Mina Ashido (22:33)

Yo, u ok??????????? :3c

Eijiro Kirishima (22:33)

Midoriya im comin to your room wit n ice pack!!!! i kno i said im sorry like a baghillion times but im really sorry ;A; pls forgive me!!!!

Katsuki Bakugo (22:33) 

CAN U SHUT THE FUCK UP SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO STUDY


Here’s the link to part 2!!

Taegi, Jikook, Namjin, Yoonmin, Taekook Fics

What Can I Do? Your Eyes Became My HomeQue rant:

oKAY GUYS

There is this absolutley brilliant author who goes by SOFTAGUSTD on AO3 and is @phanadox on tumblr and I felt the tremendous need to reccommend you every single one of her stories.

Settle Down and Let Me Know If You’ll Stay // Taegi, Namjin, Jikook
“I can grant you three, no wait it’s four. Four wishes! Just say the word!”
“What?”
Or the one where Taehyung is a genie who found himself in the company of a drunk with a wicked personality and can’t help but want to make him happy.
(FREAKING AMAZING (although legit all of them are))

You Were Beautiful On A Sleepless Night // Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin
“So you’ve been eavesdropping on my conversations with my family?”
“Yes, now, listen. About that rash you’ve been talking about, I looked it up and found some medicine.”
“Fuck off!”
Or the one where Yoongi can’t sleep so he goes out into his balcony to smoke and listen to the family upstairs talk. And the Park’s family doesn’t know how to shut their balcony door.

It’s Still Beautiful How You See the World // Jikook, Namjin, Taegi
“Wait, you promised him that if he graduates from high school, you’d date him?”
Or the one where Jungkook confesses to Jimin in middle school. Jimin thinks Jungkook is too young to know what “love” is so he promises to date Jungkook after he graduates from high school and starts college. Now that Jungkook has graduated from high school, Jimin starts to back out of their promise.

Weight of Playing with Fire // Yoonmin, Yoonseok, Vmin
“He’s walking this way, grab my ass!”
“But mine’s coming this way too, grab my hand!”
Or the one where Yoongi and Jimin fake-date to make their unrequited love(s) jealous.

From Here and throughout the Night // Taekook, Yoonmin, Namjin
“We were deceased!”
“I think he means deceived.”
Jungkook leaned into Taehyung, covering the microphone as he whispered into his ear. “I think you mean deceived.”
“Ah, yes!” Taehyung nodded. “We were deceived!”
Or the one where Taehyung’s father runs away from his company, leaving Taehyung in charge. And leaving Jungkook in charge of the company and Taehyung.

I Know It’s Over By Spring // Jikook, Yoonseok, Namjin
The one where Jungkook has been using Jimin as a slave since elementary school. Then one day Jungkook gets into an accident and suffers from memory loss and instead of feeling bad, Jimin decides to take his revenge.

The Last Scene for Our Dream Night // Yoonmin, Taekook, Namjin
“They said they’ll fix it in an hour, which means we’re going to be stuck here for that amount of time. Will that be enough time for you to stop crying or should we tell them to give us another hour?”
Or the one where Yoongi is bad luck, Jimin is good luck, and they’re soulmates.

Days Are Numbered So Move On // Jikook, Namjin Vhope
Jimin is a spy. Jungkook is training to be one. Hoseok trains the agents to have agility. Seokjin just wants to be Employee of the Month. Namjoon is the leader nobody asked for. Taehyung loves the kids books. And Yoongi is in the wrong occupation.
Or the one where Jimin is stuck training the new spies because of his last mission and Jungkook insists on being a nuisance to Jimin.

I Write Songs About Your Stupid Anecdotes // Taegi, Namjin, Jikook
Taehyung keeps singing Spanish songs while Yoongi is trying to tutor his students. Jimin keeps “forgetting” his keys at Jungkook’s apartment. Namjoon won’t forgive Seokjin and Hoseok is the glue of all these six idiots.
Or the ‘listen i know we’ve been best friends for years but i’m trying to tell you that i’m in love with you so will you fucking stop singing spanish songs’ au that no one asked for.
(The first one that I read, that had me hooked! It was freaking amazing, and it inspired some of my writing.)

At 4 O’clock, I’ll Stay // Vmin
“I hate him so much, Yoongi, I’m thinking of saying he has rats in his stupid bar just to get rid of him!”
“Well, what did he do?”
“He said that I was the best soccer player and shouldn’t talk shit about myself!"Or the one where Taehyung goes to Jimin’s bar to talk bad about his latest soccer matches and Jimin waters down his drinks by "accident.”

The Art of Lost Stars // Yoonkook, Vmin
“You were supposed to come five hours ago.”
Jungkook sighed, handing Yoongi a couple bills. “I know, time got away from me.”
“Away from you, my ass. You’re lucky I didn’t walk out on the kid.”“I’m sorry, thank you.”
Yoongi scoffed, looking through the money. “Your kid is upstairs asleep,” he pocketed the money. “She kept asking where he dad was.”
Jungkook licked his lips, wiping his palms on his pants. He never knew why he got so nervous around Yoongi.
Maybe it was the tattoos spread all over his arms, the piercings on his lip and eyebrow, or the fact that Jungkook had the biggest boner in the world.

What Can I Do? Your Eyes Became My Home // Yoonmin
“I don’t care if you’re cupid or the fucking Gingerbread Man, I’m not falling in love with that guy so stop shooting arrows at my ass!”
Or the one where Jimin has the record for most successful Fallings and Yoongi is a centimetre away at ruining that record.

I haven’t tagged the two KNK fanfics but if you’re fans of them PLEASE GO READ THEY’RE AWESOME AS WELL